But the reality of the situation is a big disappointment, as soon as the German army appeared on the horizon of Milan, the rebels in the city obediently raised the white flag, skillfully opened the door and surrendered, so that the nerves who were nervous and worried that the army had not rested, and the dukes who might be frustrated in the siege of the city breathed a long sigh of relief, but I was very disappointed and sighed.

I still want to try the color of Milanese, and the oil I prepared in advance ****** lose the opportunity to show my talents, what a pity!

On January 23, 999, the German army occupied Milan, an important city in northern Italy.

As soon as the news spread, the rebels of Pavia, Turin, Cassano, Modena, and the wavering rebels raised their banners and opened the way to Rome of their own accord, while the Roman nobles, who were counting on the Normans to protect them, watched the situation with trembling and followed the promises made by the Duke of Normandy, and the clouds of war were once again thick over Italy.

The Apennines are like a masterpiece of a swordsman who carelessly splits the Italian peninsula from northwest to southeast, dividing Italy into two parts: north and south:

To the north of the mountain are the surging Po River and the vast flat alluvial plains, the large cities that have given birth to countless populated ports, and the busy business and trade of Fubu.

To the south of the hill is a small river with a small basin of very large basins, which flows down the low-lying part of the hills, forming the city of Rome on seven hills, and many small political units centered on the city-state.

It can be said that the Apennines have created a different character of the Italians in the north and south, the northerners are richer and more flexible, while the southerners are relatively closed, admitting death in everything, and it is easy to go to the dark one way, so once the German army enters the peninsula, the northern cities see that the limelight is not right, and most of them surrender without a fight, and exchange political compromise for the peace of the city.

However, the southern cities, led by Rome, were surprisingly grouped and organized decent armies, ready to resist the rule of the Northern Empire once again.

The German Imperial ** team rested in Milan for a week, and then loaded with supplies contributed by the surrenderers, drove the servants of the various surrendered cities as the lead, crossed the rushing Po River without hindrance, and went all the way south, along the rugged valley of the Magra River through the Apennines, to meet the invincible victories again and again, and to worship the tsunami of the Submittal Mountain.

Sarzana, Carrara, Massa, Viareggio, cities were replanted with the German eagle flag, and they fell to the feet of the conquerors, trembling.

As the march continued, the German ranks grew larger and larger, and the haphazard number of armed men, which gradually exceeded 80,000 men, could not be seen for a few hundred miles on the way, and because of this, the march became a tedious outcountry trip, or the kind to the park.

Following the Roman Avenue, which ran through the peninsula in the spirit of the ancient Roman Empire, the armies passed by the sparkling Lake Massachuculi, and in front of them the fertile Amo River crashing into the plains, the first cities of resistance finally appeared in the cause, and the uneventful journey was a gimmick that could be considered entertaining.

The army that was still drowsy just now immediately seemed to have finished taking viagra, and instantly became excited, and one by one without orders, they rushed to put on their armor and tighten the bowstring, waiting to come forward and fight well, on the other hand, the Italian servant army was not so efficient, and most of them were still in a half-asleep stage.

His Majesty ordered the whole army to halt its advance, set up camp at Migliarino, twenty miles north of the city of Pisa, and relied on a stone fortress built by the Romans to defend against Hannibal's invasion, and prepared to launch a targeted attack after the scouts had heard the enemy's reality.

I greeted a group of nobles who were just nodding their heads and couldn't name them, giggling and greeting, occasionally making a couple of lame lewd jokes, as if they were good friends who talked about everything, and then gulped down expensive wine like tap water and waited in the big tent of the Chinese army in the Saxon camp, waiting for the information from the scouts to come back, and I couldn't fit into the feast where others were drunk and drunk.

As worried as I was about the Duke of Hanover, the perennial war with the Norsemen, so that he knew the power of this group of God's favorite warriors, and was a little worried about the main force of the Duke of Normandy, just lurking in the darkness in front of him, ready to jump out and tear apart the German army, he and I hurriedly glanced at each other, saw each other's hidden worries, and immediately lowered his head and continued to drink in a muffled voice.

When all the participants of this banquet were drunk, and everyone went into battle shirtless to prepare for a more intense emotional exchange, and many people were making noisily betting and betting, and the scene began to develop in an uncontrollable direction, the emperor's attendants hurriedly opened the curtain and came in, walked up to the Count of Hanover and whispered a few words in his ear, the count's face became solemn, and then loudly stopped the two knights who were about to have another round of wrestling, and they bumped into each other drunkenly:

"Your Majesty convenes the Imperial Council, and all the nobles with titles will immediately pack up and go with me to the Emperor's Great Tent to discuss matters, and the remaining knights will return to the camp to restrain the soldiers, ready to set off at any time!"

When the words fell, the nobles, who were still a little ignorant because of the effects of alcohol, were stunned in place, not knowing what was happening, and the Count of Hanover yelled angrily when he saw this: "Run for me, little puppy!" ”

The fools are scrambling to come out one by one......

Dressed neatly as everyone entered the golden tent of His Majesty the Emperor, which was already densely packed with people, now I am according to my identity, and there is no possibility of pretending to be dumb in the crowd to see the excitement, I must choose in strict accordance with the order of the title, standing behind several old earls of the vassals of the Saxon family, in a position that His Majesty the Emperor can find without trouble as soon as he looks up, I wipe the cold sweat on my forehead, as much as possible to make myself look shorter, not so noticeable, the psychological shadow caused by the perennial bad memories makes me a little afraid of this occasion.

Seeing that the people were almost coming, the Grand Duke of Swabia restrained the discipline on the spot, quieted down the nobles who were familiar with the people around him and inquired about the news, and then reported the latest information brought back by the scouts.

"The enemy in front of the city of Pisa has sent a letter of war, agreeing to fight with the army tomorrow when the sun rises in the middle of the sky, on the Madonna Plain between the two armies."

The old duke pointed out the location of the decisive battle on the deduction map spread out on the table in front of him, and placed the two wooden creeps representing the enemy and the enemy in a-for-tat position.

"I'm still saying the same thing, what right does this group of rebels have to demand a decisive battle with us? Do they think that they are the masters of Germany? ”

The Duke of Carinthia had been the vanguard of the invasion of Italy for many years, so he was very clear about their bravado combat effectiveness, and he had in his hands the Magyar light cavalry suitable for galloping on the plains, and he looked down on the enemy a little, and was quite conceited in his words.

Duke Henry of Bavaria shook his head in denial, he had no good impression of these big nobles who were full of brains and only knew how to beat hard, and in this respect he was more conceited and talented than others, and more or less inherited the genes of his grandfather's two generations.

"Our scouts have reported that the Duke of Normandy's lion banner has been found in the city of Pisa, and the enemy has not stated this in the war book, so tomorrow's battle is likely to be a well-prepared trap!"

Duke Henry picked up a wooden knight and placed it side by side with the enemy, pointed at it worriedly, and said, "If the Normans take advantage of our fierce battle and launch their heavy cavalry to attack from the flanks, nothing can stop this group of tall ironclad monsters, they will destroy our soldiers like wheat, and the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Henry IV, Duke of Carinthia, showed a look of disdain on his face, and he obviously said something cold to the Duke of Bavaria: "A few flags painted with lions will scare you into attacking, and if the Duke himself comes, you must not be scared to run back to your hometown?" Even if the Normans are here, I will fight them face to face, and see if it is the eagle of Magyars or the lion of Normandy! ”

The humiliated Duke Henry stood up excitedly and almost overturned the table, pressing his palm on the saber and staring at the Duke of Carinthia viciously, and the vassals behind him also showed their bright swords as if demonstrating, facing the vassals who were also angry with the Duke of Carinthia, which made the scene very tense for a while, and several archdukes quietly peeked at His Majesty's reaction of the Emperor, waiting for the show to be staged.

"Since everyone is so motivated, then tomorrow's decisive battle will be the vanguard of the two of you, and vent the excess energy brought by alcohol on the enemy's head, instead of acting jealous and hateful here to show us."

His Majesty Otto was accustomed to the big scene of saber rattling, and it was not strange that he pulled out the sword held by the attendant behind him and slammed it on the table, and the sharp blade buzzed with vigor, like a big brother in the underworld who controlled the scene very much, and he was brave and ruthless than anyone else's temper was more domineering:

"In any case, I have decided to fight the rebels in a decisive battle tomorrow, His Majesty the Pope's body is about to be unable to hold on, I can't waste time here, I must fight quickly, control the situation before the Roman nobles organize a conspiracy, compared to this big goal, even if there is a sea of swords and fires in front of me, I must rush over with a straight face and a heartbeat!"

Since His Majesty the Emperor has set the tone against public opinion, then everyone will not continue to dwell on the question of whether to fight or not, and the rest is to enrich the battle plan and battle sequence, and nod to decide which unlucky guy will be selected as the striker and which unlucky guy will be sent to protect the flank.

It is very strange that this time everyone unexpectedly did not let me be the head of the wrongs, neither sent to the front nor sent to the flanks, but was left in the Chinese army as the reserve of His Majesty the Emperor, under the protection of everyone, which made me very uncomfortable with the sudden splendor of the sun.

(End of chapter)